Chapter 42

Today is Dudu and Baobao's first day of school. Mother got up early to prepare breakfast, while the elder sister was busy dressing Baobao and packing the small backpack. Li Han glanced at the backpacks of Dudu and Baobao, noticing that the elder sister had packed a lot of snacks. Li Han frowned but said nothing, returning to the room to fill Dudu's large milk bottle with milk and put it in the small cart. The adults in the family were quite worried, but the two little ones were very happy. Dudu put the backpack in place, climbed into the cart, and, with a serious look, whipped the small cart to start the journey.

The whole family saw the two little ones off the farm. Li Han walked at the back of the group and said lightly, "Mom, Dad, you go back first. I just remembered I have something to do in town." "Alright, Lao Li, let's go back," they replied.

Li Han drove his pickup truck slowly behind Dudu's small cart, all the way to Mrs. August's ballet studio. Seeing Dudu and Baobao run into the studio with their small backpacks, Li Han parked the car in the central square parking lot and stood outside the window of Mrs. August's studio until the class started. Only then did he leave, sitting down at a corner coffee shop, ordering a coffee, and shaking his head with a bitter smile. He had spoken confidently, but he was still a bit worried inside.

"Oh, it's Little Hank, what a nice day," Wilson said, sitting down next to Li Han with a smile. "Uncle Wilson, it's rare to have some free time. How about a cup of coffee? I'll treat you today," Li Han said with a smile.

"No, no, Little Hank, I think we should have a whiskey like men," Wilson said. Li Han frowned. "I'm sorry, I think the bar isn't open yet."

"Little Hank, I just passed by the bar, and Jack will welcome us. How about I treat you today?" Wilson said with a smile. "Alright, thank you very much," Li Han stood up, and the two went to Jack's bar.

"Morning, Han, Wilson, what can I get you?" Jack was wiping glasses and smiled when he saw Li Han and Wilson enter the bar.

"A whiskey and a beer, Han, what about you?" Wilson patted the counter and asked Li Han, who replied with a smile, "The same, a whiskey and a beer."

"Hank, let's have a toast to Kemistar." Wilson was very friendly, and Li Han felt increasingly strange. "To Kemistar," Li Han raised his whiskey and took a small sip. Wilson seemed to have a lot of free time today, chatting about all sorts of things, from the shortcomings of Councilman Max to how many chips Obama ate yesterday and the gossip about Obama and interns.

After finishing the beer, Wilson tapped the counter and said to Jack, "Another whiskey and a beer, Han, do you want another one?"

"Of course, thank you, Wilson. Your generosity is admirable," Wilson paid, looking a bit pained, which was quite amusing.

The two chatted for a while, and Wilson went to the bathroom. Jack smiled and said, "By God, I think Wilson must have eaten something bad today."

"Jack, maybe Wilson is a generous gentleman?" Li Han shook his beer.

"Oh, Han, are you joking? That's the funniest joke of the year," Jack whispered. "I'd rather believe that Black Bam refused a sow's advances than believe Wilson is generous. I think God must have visited Wilson's head today."

"Ha, I think so too. Jack, maybe I'm the only lucky one in Kemistar to be invited to the bar by Wilson," Li Han raised his beer and took a sip, laughing.

"I think so, Han," Jack laughed. Wilson came back and said, "This is terrible, Jack, shouldn't you fix that damn toilet?"

"That's too bad, Wilson. My wallet no longer belongs to me," Jack smiled indifferently. Wilson grumbled, wiped his hands, and said, "Jack, you're a miser. I think even God doesn't want to be near you."

"Yes, Mr. Wilson, maybe that's true," Jack said while wiping glasses. "Wilson, it's getting late. I think I have some things to do."

"No, Hank, maybe we should talk about the farm, yes, the farm," Wilson said.

"Wilson, please go ahead," Li Han put down his beer bottle, and Jack gave him a meaningful look. Indeed, as Jack said, Wilson had something to discuss with Li Han. Indeed, Wilson planned to sell his farm's sheep, and the news of Li Han's recent purchase of cattle and sheep had reached Wilson's ears. "That's too bad, Wilson. I don't think I'll be buying sheep in the short term. Maybe you can ask Uncle Andre."

"No, Han, I think you misunderstood me. I think we can share the pasture, and of course, I'll open my sales channels to you," Wilson sat up straight and said urgently.

"Thank you very much, Wilson, but George's farm pasture is too small. I don't think I can agree to that," Li Han was tempted by the direct sales of lamb to restaurants, but Wilson's request was too much. Li Han's sheep flock was small, and it was impossible to have any ready for sale in the short term.

"Little Hank, I don't think there's a better idea than this. Ronald can't offer as much," Wilson said, his face changing slightly.

"Wilson, thank you for the drinks. I think our conversation should end here. Goodbye, Wilson," Li Han stood up, intending to leave and end the discussion.

"No, Hank, we need to settle the bill first," Wilson said loudly when he saw Li Han unwilling to continue. "Alright, Jack, here's my money. Goodbye, Wilson, you're a nice person," Li Han said with a smile.

Leaving the bar, Li Han found it quite amusing. He went to Kelly's house, where Kelly was busy sorting old parts. "Han, I'm sorry, do you want a beer?" Kelly, with oil on her hands, couldn't entertain Li Han.

"Oh, thank you, but I don't need one. Kelly, I have a favor to ask. I want to buy another used spray truck. Can you help me look for one?" Li Han sat down, waved his hand, and said.

"No problem, Han. Maybe I can ask Wang's farm. They're replacing a batch of farm machinery this year, and they might have the spray truck you need," Kelly took off her gloves, sat next to Li Han, and the two had a somewhat strange relationship, a feeling of being more than friends but not quite lovers. Although they had the most intimate physical relationship, emotionally, Li Han still considered Kelly a good friend. They chatted for a while and agreed to attend a football game together on Sunday.

Leaving Kelly's house, Li Han went to the kindergarten to pay the fees for the boxing class and equipment, then returned to Mrs. August's ballet studio. It was almost time for the class to end. Li Han sat in the car waiting. He saw Dudu and Baobao say goodbye to their classmates and get into the small cart. Li Han started the pickup truck, and on the way, Dudu and Baobao stopped frequently, chasing rabbits and birds.

Li Han, sitting in the pickup truck, couldn't help but laugh and cry. A journey that should have taken about twenty minutes took the two little ones almost an hour. Li Han returned to the farm, parked the car, and walked into the small house. Dudu and Baobao were sitting on the sofa, eating ice cream and talking about the fun of learning ballet, occasionally demonstrating a few moves, making their sister and mother laugh.

"Han, you're back. How did things go?" "Ah, yes, it's done. How was your class today, Dudu and Baobao? Were you good?"

"Good, Baobao was the best." "Dudu was also good," Li Han wiped the cream from Dudu's mouth and poked his little nose. "Really? Do the other kids like Dudu?"

"Yes, they do," Dudu nodded vigorously. Li Han then turned to Baobao, who was pouting. "Baobao?"

"Baobao's sister doesn't like her," Dudu said when Baobao's sister didn't speak.

"Baobao has trouble communicating in English," Li Mei said softly. Li Han smiled and patted Baobao's head. "Baobao, it's okay. It will get better. When you can speak English, the other kids will like you."

"Um, Uncle, Mrs. August likes the lettuce Dudu planted," Baobao remembered the lettuce Dudu gave to Mrs. August, and the teacher was kind to Dudu. Baobao had an idea about the lettuce. "Lettuce, okay, I'll tie a few bunches for you to give to Mrs. August tomorrow."

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